Harry Potter: The Broken Boy

Chapter Seven

It was now september. We still had one more day before we head on to Hogwarts. I had Hermione and Remus during every step of the way. I was having a nightmare. I was tossing and turning. My body was drinched in sweat from the intensiveness of the dream. In my dream, I am walking into the forbidden forest. But I was not in my own body. In my dream, I am in third perspective and I am watching myself. I was holding hands with Hermione. She had smiled down at me, given that she was a few inches taller than me. On one side there stood Hermione, on the other side was my parents. They looked so happy when they smiled down at me. Then suddenly, their faces froze and their smile had disappeared. They had looked like they have seen ghost. Then My parents started to fade into a pile of ashes. I watched as I was standing with tears in my eyes.

Then I had turned to Hermione. I had watched her take my hand. She had smiled once again at me. I had watched her lean in towards me. I watched Hermione kiss my lips. When we broke apart, her eyes were black and she collasped. "Help me, Harry!" was the last thing she said.

. Black veins had started to form all over her body. Then I see a shadow over my head. I watched myself turn around, there was a giant Voldemort standing over me, smiling down at me.

"Avada Kedavra!" I had jumped out of my sleep, crying. I was drinched in sweat, tears and urine. The dream had felt real. My life had flashed before my eyes. I was surprised that I was still in my body when I awakened. I was moaning and groaning in pain in my sleep when I had felt a hand shake me out of my slumber.

It was Hermione. I wasn't wearing a blanket when I wet myself in my sleep, I immediately covered myself with the blanket. I was still soaked in my own sweat and tears. I had sobbed quietly. Hermione had quietly asked me what was wrong, I was too ashamed to tell her. I was supposed to be strong, not weak. I turned my head away from her view as tears had rolled down my eyes. I had tried not whimper in front of a girl, especially Hermione. I had failed miserably. But Hermione knew something was wrong, she gently turned my head towards her and looked me in the eyes.

"You can tell me, Harry. I won't judge you." she said softly, smiling warmly at me.

That's when I broke. I had told her everything that happened in the dream. she had planted a light kiss on my cheek and told me that everything would be alright before leaving my room, to let me change. I had tooken a long thoughtful shower to think about what had happened. After the shower, I hugged Hermione tightly and thanked her for comforting me. Whenever I was with her, it felt like it was just me and her. I had felt like the happiest and luckiest boy in the world. I dreamed about fireworks in the sky and Hermione and I kissing even though that would never happen. I had truly loved her, I felt like I could confide in her and she'll keep my secrets. She was my best friend and I loved her for that. I just didn't know how to tell her or show her. It was now the next day.